[He supposes it makes sense that the assumption would be death. Chris remembers Talia; remembers the way she was revered by her family, by other packs and how people used to gravitate towards Beacon Hills for community, rather than menace. How people rarely left. He doesn't confirm or deny the fact that the Hale pack is long gone, that they've been adopted by someone barely turned eighteen, or that his own sister is responsible.

The pizza tastes funny in his mouth at the thought. ] Good to know you've always been this dramatic. [He means the pizza.

It is, in some ways, good. Peter as Chris has known him lately has been -- not subdued, or good, but less manic. At least Chris has thought so. Less murder and betrayal, more resignation and acceptance. He gets that. Chris changed with Allison, too, and then he changed again and again and now here he is, with Peter Hale sprawled out on his couch. He chews his pizza with his eyes not deliberately on Peter's face, but he is watching. Old habits, or something. ]

Do you have questions? [He would like to fill the awkward silence, at least while he eats. ] Some of it really should come from Derek, but the rest I can probably give you a vague run down on.